continuing with the
DDv2 romp.
with a shake-up occurring at the highest levels of the NY mob, the
Kingpin is taken out (almost), the perpetrators ditto (for real), and
Matt is about to be blindsided when his secret ID falls into the hands of those competent protectors of our domestic freedoms, the
Federal Bureau of Investigation ...
"Out"v2, #32-37
Brian Michael Bendis/
Alex Maleevpicture an FBI interrogation room. picture yourself as a citizen being investigated by FBI agents. still being investigated, mind you; they don't have anything on you yet. would you feel confident at all if they were making fun of you, knowing that its your word against theirs, and they could label you a terrorist or make you disappear for life?
now, you'd better be really innocent, because it would be worse if you were really guilty. so, there's a neat moral lesson from Brian, kids: if you can't do the time, then don't do the crime. take it from
Sammy Silke. (formerly of the Chicago Ripa family, whose other prominent members include
this one and
this one).
Sammy, from the events of the
"Underboss" storyline, has barely managed to survive the vengeance of
Vanessa Fisk, whose husband,
Wilson (affectionately known around these parts as "
WTF"), was just whacked by Sammy and his boys. with nowhere to turn,
Sammy runs to the nearest FBI office like a girl and starts crying. but of course those very honorable and competent FBI agents don't believe him at first, until
Sammy is forced to drop the
DD bombshell.
"but i also killed JFK!"
"uh-huh."
just like "Underboss", Bendis takes different POVs to tell the story, and i don't mind that he lingers here and there. i find the whole FBI reaction to the investigation quite fascinating. you just hold your breath for what it all means for Matt.
"that narrows down our suspects to Paris, Britney, Lindsay or the Olsen twins."
wait ... "dead as pop music"? what was this guy listening to in
2002? oh yeah, he didn't know then that
Steve Jobs was going to port the iPod for Windows as well. he probably still has a Sony Walkman cassette tape player.
this scene i find a bit amusing ... its like asking a 5-year old to identify an object.
"with the exception of the horns, they look quite the same, don't they?"
which compels his boss to doodle and do his best
Alex Maleev impression. i could draw that same shit, if i exert myself. the agents' jaws drop in awe of their boss' artistic skillz.
hold up ... here it is ... the shot of
foreshadowing.
those words never work. you know what happens next. FBI agent has supposedly domestic problems, wants to cash in on the info, and so sells it to the
Daily Globe (which is more like the
Daily News, so the
Daily Bugle is the
New York Post). by sunrise, the reporters are camped in front of
Matt's doorstep.
dude, listen ... they know what brand of underwear you're wearing. as much as we enjoy seeing (pun intended) Daredevil use his senses cleverly to beat up people, it is as much a treat seeing him being put in situations that he's not used to.
speaking of joy, the most entertaining sequence for me, is the 10-page Daily Bugle scene in issue #34. i can easily picture J.K. Simmons chewing the scenery, the curtains, the chairs, everything in sight. you can easily feel Ben Urich's urge to punch Jonah in the nose. even Peter Parker drops by to pour salt on the wound. hilarious.
Matt, ever the idealist, thinks the best way to deal with the situation is to go out and beat up some lowlife. Foggy thinks he's crazy and suggests maybe its a sign to stop putting on the tights. and maybe put in some Brokeback Mountain moves. ok, ok, just kidding!
"i wish I knew how to quit you! "
Matt, in fact, defies Foggy and common sense and goes out there, as if almost taunting the press. then he realizes how stupid he is and backtracks just in time. just in time to stop another robbery (and possible homicide) - really, do these things still happen in Hell's Kitchen? (the area, not the TV show) - and just in time for some joe wiseguy to pull this stunt:
i think that guy was Joe Quesada. really. before the wiseguy is beaten to a pulp (i'm sure that's what Matt was thinking!), another distraction happens ... a huge 400 lb. distraction. and Bendis is unable to resist poking fun at the medium he's working in.
Mister Hyde, a popular DD ass-kickee, is knocking down
Matt's apartment, after almost choking on his chili dog while reading the
Daily Globe. his
violent tendencies may have something to do with the fact that he was born in
Trenton, NJ. anyway,
Spiderman drops by to entertain Hyde, before
DD arrives to deal some serious pimp-slapping.
is it World War Hulk yet? during a lull in the action, we find out Daredevil's real secret identity ... its Matthew Manischevitz! that is some serious shit!!! call the Daily Bugle!!! call 911!!! call somebody!!!
there's a break here, where Bendis disassembles the Avengers, gets DD to help out during the Raft breakout, Bendis forms the New Avengers (actually Cap and Iron Man did, but heh), and generally making him unavailable for public viewing. when he comes back, he tells Ben Urich he can't be working with him anymore, because he's about to embark on a long-term solution to his current problem.
and the answer is ... (which
Bendis made us wait another 30 days for) ...
that's it??
ok, he slams the
Daily Globe (and along with its publisher
Rosenthal) with a $400 million dollar lawsuit, and let the chips fall where they may. aside from that, he resists putting on the red suit for a while.
which does not sit well with certain ex-girlfriends, especially those who like living in the fast lane.
oh, so that's what they're calling a great ass nowadays? "tornado"?
here's one more reason why the costumed types still have a great life than you or me:
yep, they can easily get their hands on one of the rarest things in the world - a reservation at Nobu. damn, its hard out there to be a pimp.
Matt acquiesces to a dinner with
Vanessa Fisk, who gives him valuable information, and tells him she has disbanded her husband's empire and is moving away for good.
the only problem with
Maleev's art is sometimes i need a flashlight.
wait, here comes the token (?) Elektra appearance. Natasha, with her S.H.I.E.L.D. clout, finds the Greek assassin and hooks her up with Matt, in hopes that he can shake himself out of his guilt and take to the rooftops again.
it has quite an adverse effect, though, as Matt retrogresses to a teenager with a crush and a hard-on.
kinda reminds me of me. after being arrogantly informed by Rosenthal's lawyer that they were willing to fight it out in court, Matt takes the affront personally and visits the FBI agent who didn't even have the sense to leave town. schmuck.
"ahhh ... you're not the tooth fairy, are you?" as Matt expects, the Daily Globe now wants to settle out of court. i love watching tough negotiations - like a staring contest, where whoever blinks first, loses. luckily, Matt has the advantage of already having lost his sight.
they agree on $75M, with apology on lower right-hand corner.
Matt presses on with his victory.
Foggy is just amazed
Rosenthal even caved in.
but wait ... (not so fast).
taking umbrage against Matt's smug and condescending attitude, Rosenthal takes the deal off the table and wants to continue the legal proceedings. he challenges Matt to deal with it, now that the knowledge, or perceived knowledge, of his identity, is out there in the worldwide web. the boards of directors for the National Endowment for the Blind and the Hell's Kitchen Restoration Society just threw themselves off a building.
well done,
Matt. you call yourself a lawyer?! putz.